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Two Options

Sometimes, I feel like a failure

The only thing that keeps me going is the thought of future success

Quite often I look in the mirror and hate what I'm looking at

So much potential

I keep falling short

What's wrong with me?

I'm addicted to self inflicted pain.

It's been an ongoing cycle since my youth.

You'd think I've learned my lesson by now

And I have

I basically hold all the answers to life's greatest challenges


Ask me to practice what I preach

And my inner self will cave and fall short every time

Which leave me loving my potential

But hating the current version of myself

One of these days I'll get it right

It's inevitable

At least, that's what I keep telling myself.

I can only take but so much pain before I snap

Either I change, or I die a broken man.

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